He could never know
How much he means to me
He wont ever know
About this heart in me
Stone cold ,but slowly
Unfreezing , burning inside
I am truly terrified
Am I going to burn alive?
To trust again
To have a friend
How can I even pretend
How could I ever make amend
Stitching, pulling of thread
If only in had known how much
My heart had bleed
This hope this pain is almost
new....
But how could I ever put faith in
You....
When we both know I leave in less than a years time....
Then it will be just me and God by Again.
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
